Christian, personal, Poetry

it poemed through your death…


…the colour from her dream,

it drained right through dimensions,

the syntax, and the stream.

Euphonious not to mourners

the notes unveiled in grief,

but heaven writes the harmonies

and descants of relief.

A young life filled with purpose

and at peace with what was granted,

the air broke into sombre tears

and drenched our hearts enchanted.

Our thoughts fragmented bloodlessly,

were washed and torn united,

we shared the pieces silently

a mosaic of love requited.

We will never be the same again

for all the death we’ve seen,

my heart is full of unexplained

it bows to deeds unseen…


(This was the recessional song for young Tyler’s funeral. That whole experience was incredibly moving. We hadn’t been in touch for a while as he had moved away. His Dad shared the story that a couple of weeks before his accident, his girlfriend had a dream that he died. She was, of course, really upset by it and discussed it with Tyler. He talked about what he would want if it actually happened. One of the things that came out was that he wanted to be an organ donor. So as of that morning, his Dad informed everyone during his tribute, that two men had been saved by his kidneys…)

a little fun or something, Fiction

so, um

last night I had a dream.

about two bunnies…

and a tree.

a very lonely tree.

And the bunnies had these cute clothes on

but the tree, well the tree wasn’t wearing clothes

because he only had one foot.

And then,

his foot broke off!

And he was so lonely

because everyone in the whole wide world was dead.

But, his foot grew back!

And then,

it broke off again.

And the two bunnies

well, they died.

The end.


Author – our 5 year old niece.

the “dream”

General bewilderment, Poetry

the euphoria…

evaporating from me in clouds,

raining back down

to drench me again,

even as I thought I was outrunning it,

energised by the grass under my feet

and the breath giving coldness of marble walls,

their vapour mixing with mine.


Their incongruous corrugation

oscillating to unheard music

helping to propel me

to the memory beyond.


But the hands reaching out

were not.

The face appearing

was not.


Confused by dream mediums

I dragged in the shallows.

The wave overtaking.

The gorgon emerging.


Stone icicles –

entombing my vapouric bliss.

Glistening more in the unreaching…

Christian, Poetry

nepenthe of nepenthes

Compelled to her feet
He reminded her of the Garden.
It kept her walking…

Breathed to her healing
the Leaves’ Scent from the Garden.
She exhaled

to Light
piercing through dimensions
outlining her shape

the distant memory of tears
welling up
and spilling
on the River drenched Fruit.

She was flying …


 Gen 2:7-9
Ezekiel 47:12
Psalm 34:18
Luke 10:33-35
John 19:34
Rev 22:1,2
Isaiah 40:31

Photo credit: Chase Miller